Giddily married to her best friend. Texas native. Novelist and writer. Working hard to get my children's books published. I'm delightfully whimsical, artsy and creative. And goofy. Really goofy. I take frequent dance breaks wherever I am, whenever I can. My days are spent chasing my two Chihuahua puppies, Bitty and Bear. My motto: Be a happy duckie! My goal: to bring joy and whimsy to the world through my stories.

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The tiny mouse rubbed his paws together and considered carefully. ”Any powers?”

“Any powers.” The squirrel leaned back on his haunches. His tail twitched with glee as his paws nimbly flipped through the comic book he’d found wad in the hollow space of his favorite oak tree that morning. While munching on a breakfast of acorns, he’d read the comic book cover to cover.

“What powers would you have?”

“Not fair. I asked you first.” The squirrel plucked a pecan off the ground and cracked it.

The mouse’s small black eyes gleamed. His silver fur glowed so brightly the squirrel was sure sparks would ignite at any moment. “I would have super strength.”

“Super strength?” The squirrel’s tail fell. ”But wouldn’t you rather fly or read people’s minds or be super fast?’

“Nope.” The mouse shook his head. He curled one tiny fist. ”I would be so strong that I could lift a car with my tail or knock over an entire wall with one push of my nose.” Lifting his nose, he gave the squirrel a pointed look. ”What super powers would you have?”

“Super stretch cheeks.” The squirrel puffed his out, demonstrating. ”Imagine how many nuts I could shove in there! Why, I’d eat like a king all winter.”

The mouse crinkled his long nose. ”Wouldn’t you rather fly?”

“I already fly leaping from tree branch to tree branch,” the squirrel reminded him. ”Wouldn’t you rather be able to grow to the size of an elephant?”

“And miss the chance to catch all the delicious crumbs dropped or the hidden treasures in the crooks of the sidewalk no one else sees?” The mouse’s tail curled into a question mark. After a moment, his paws began to twitch and his tiny fingers wiggled. An idea was blooming. ”How can we get these powers?”

The squirrel looked at the comic book, then back at his friend. ”It just said to be continued.”

“So how do we continue?”

The squirrel popped another nut. He needed fuel to think. ”Well, this superhero got powers from a radioactive spider. And this one was born on another planet.”

“We definitely can’t go to another planet.” The mouse’s tail shot up as he rose to his full height of four inches. ”We should go find a spider!”

“I know where one lives, just under that rock!” The squirrel tossed aside the empty shell. ”Come on!”

Following his friend, the mouse smiled a smile so tiny and bright no one but the earthworm scuttling along a few clumps of dirt away could see.

For soon, he would be strong.

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Awww, this is so cute! I love that the squirrel would want stretchy cheeks; I can’t say I disagree! Seems like a great superpower to have XOXO and have missed you and your writing SO MUCH! Going to catch up now.

How cute! If I could have one super power, I think I would like stretchy limbs like Mr. Fantastic. Can you imagine how lazy I could be? All snuggled in bed but the fan needs turned on? No problem! On the couch but want a drink? Got it! And all without having to get up.